Date: Fri, 10 Sep 1999 18:57:06 -0700
From: Mister A Nonymous
Subject: Jared - (teen)b/(preteen)b
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The following is a work of fiction.
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JARED
I woke up to the faint sound of crickets chirping outside my
tent. It was uncomfortably hot inside my sleeping bag, and the rhythmic
sounds of Jared's breathing made it difficult to go back to sleep. For
early autumn, the weather was unseasonably warm for southern Indiana. The
pants and long-sleeve shirts I had packed for this weekend Boy Scout
campout seemed rather unnecessary. Being 17 years old and an Eagle Scout,
however, I am one who has been known to overpack.
This, the first night of our trip, consisted of setting up camp and
preparing the morning meal for Saturday. This allowed all of the boys (and
adults) in the Troop to catch up on their sleep before beginning the
15-mile hike after breakfast. For this reason, I should have been sound
asleep, but I wasn't. I glanced at my watch -- 3:12a.m. -- a good 4 hours
until anyone else would be awake. As I stretched out in my sleeping bag, I
caught glimpse of my tentmate for the trip.
His name is Jared, son of parents who are rarely active in the
Troop. Nevertheless, Jared comes to most meetings, campouts, and other
events. He is an energetic boy, almost 14 years old, whom I have had my eye
on for some time. Jared seems to be a natural leader, observable by how the
boys in his patrol look up to him and his attitude towards others. He is
also full of boyish spunk, and although he is not as physically developed
as some of the other boys his age in the Troop, his enthusiasm makes him
liked by me and my older friends.
I have always found Jared to be a beautiful and very attractive
boy. His clean cut, dark blonde hair accentuates his perfect face. Brown
eyes, and lips that make me melt inside. His figure is skinny, but he has
just the right little amount of chubbiness in his stomach and rear that can
only add to his boyish cuteness. As opposed to some of the other boys his
size, whose slim butts seem more feminine looking than anything, Jared's
butt is round and perfectly the right size, but definatley not too big.
He was sleeping on his back, and had one of his soft hands outside
the sleeping bag. I caught myself staring at him in his sweet innocence
there as I listened to his faint breathing. Until now, I knew that I was a
boy-lover, but never thought I could bring myself to commit a sexual act on
a boy younger and smaller than myself. But, I had to have Jared, and
hopefully he wouldn't have to know.
I stared at him for the longest time, contemplating my actions. I
did not want to wake him up, nor did I want to get in too precarious a
situation without having a way out before getting caught. Slowly, I scooted
over to where Jared was sleeping, not leaving my own, and remained still as
possible until I got my hand free of my sleeping bag. Ever so delicately, I
ran my fingers along his face, and across his lips. He did not stir. This
was my signal to move on.
Reaching my hand down inside Jared's sleeping bag, I moved my
fingers carefully across his chest. I stopped and circled his nipples
through his t-shirt, making sure to watch his face for any sign of
waking. I tenatively crept down his small body with my hand. Feeling
softly, I found the waistband of his underwear. Fortunately, he was not
wearing anything over them. I located the center, and moved my hand down
to the fly of his cotton boxer shorts. With two fingers, I unbuttoned his
boxers, and my hand started to creep inside.
It was hot and humid, not unlike my own sleeping bag, inside
his. My hand was sweating, partially out of the heat and partially because
of my sheer excitement. Although I ignored it, I had gotten a full erection
from feeling Jared's smooth body. Finally, my curious hand found it's
prize. I was feeling the mostly limp penis of adorable little Jared. I
placed my fingers underneath his penis between it and his balls. His sack
was small and free of hair, and did not hang very far down his crotch. As I
gently caressed his small testicles with my my fingertips, I could feel his
penis gradually hardening as his body acknowledged my presence.
About halfway erect now, I moved away from his scrotum and wrapped
my thumb and index finger around the shaft of his little dick. I held it
straight out from his body, and began to stroke and squeeze gently. From
what I could feel, he had only a sparce few tiny pubic hairs above his
penis. Except for this miniscule prepubesant growth, the rest of all I felt
was entirely smooth and hairless. He had acheived full erection from my
stimulation by now, and from what I could feel his penis was about three
and one-half inches long. I could wrap my thumb and three fingers around
his shaft and I applied this grip and slowly began to masturbate him.
By this time, my hand was slick from sweat, which eased the motion
of jacking him off. I continued for several minutes, all the while staring
at the beautiful boy beside me, wondering of what pleasure he was
dreaming. I was on cloud nine. I sped up slightly on Jared's dick, and I
felt a heavier breath and a slight stir from Jared. I suddenly stopped,
hoping that I wasn't about to wake him. I, incredibly horny, quickly forgot
all caution and began work on his stiff little shaft once again.
Gradually gaining speed, I continued to masturbate Jared in his
sleeping bag. My wrist felt like rubber, but I ignored all the pain from my
wrist and my own straining cock to bring pleasure to this beautiful little
boy beside me. Softly, I heard him hold his breath and felt his body
slighty tense up. I could tell he was very close. I sent my hand into
overdrive and a few seconds later I felt him expel the air in a sigh and
his muscles relax. I had just given the boy of my dreams an orgasm! I
slowed my hand down substantially, moving very slow acoss his still hard
penis as his climax ended.
Suddenly, I remembered what caution this required and let go of
Jared's little dick. I was sure he was too young to produce semen, and I
doubted that he had ejaculated any pre-cum, although I wouldn't have been
able to tell with all of the sweat on my hand. I quickly moved my hand out
of his boxers, rebuttoned the fly, and removed my hand from his sleeping
bag.
My arm red and covered with sweat, I moved myself back to my side
of the tent and continued to stare at his sweet, angelic face. I turned my
attention to my own penis, which was by then harder than I can ever
remember. I slid down my shorts and briefs, and jacked off in my sleeping
bag, recounting the events of moments ago, when I held Jared's young cock
in my hand and masturbated him to orgasm.
After coming quickly to my own orgasm, I cleaned up my semen with a
towel from my pack and drifted off to sleep. I was able to get a couple
more hours of sleep that morning, until I was woke up by the call to
breakfast. Unfortunatley, Jared had already dressed and went outside while
I was asleep. I was intently looking forward to watching him change, but I
was consoled with the events from that night. I quickly changed into
clothes for hiking and went outside to eat breakfast.
Everything that day went off as usual. After breakfast, we tore
down camp and prepared for the hike ahead. Packing up the tent, Jared
seemed to have more spunk than usual for him in the morning. (who wouldn't
after given a hand job only hours earlier?) I caught several glimpses of
his cute round butt as he bent over to pull up stakes. He was wearing
shorts that day, so I also watched his thin little legs as he moved about.
The hike was not quite as fun filled as I would have liked, but my
mind kept going to Jared and the events of last night. I could not help but
get a moderate boner as I watched his butt as he walked. Whenever he bent
over to tie a shoe or pick something up, I was never far behind. Fifteen
miles seemed incredibly long, and everyone was ready to eat supper and hit
the sack when we got to camp that evening.
With a belly full of beef stew that night, I went quickly from the
mess tent to my tent. I wanted to get to sleep, and I had already resolved
with myself that I would not attempt to do anything else with Jared that
night, lest I get caught. When I got to my tent, Jared was already there,
removing his dust-caked boots. Without exchanging a word between us, I came
in and began to remove mine. I went as slow as possible so I could watch
Jared remove his dirty clothes before he got into his sleeping bag.
Finally, Jared got his boots and socks off and the tent was filled
with the smell of stinky boy sweat. Not caring about the odor, I glanced
over and saw Jared pull his shirt up over his head, showing off his slim
torso and boy nipples. He then stood up and undid his belt. This was the
moment I was waiting for. Not wanting to let him know of my intent desire
to view his body, I glanced quickly and looked away when he looked over at
me. I heard the familliar sound of a zipper and turned my head toward
him. His shorts dropped to the floor and I saw him standing there in only a
pair of blue plaid boxers. I could tell by his crotch that his penis was
not limp, as it prodruded slightly and pushed out the front of his
underwear. He then turned around, still without saying a word to me, and
bent over to reach into his pack. I could see the firm round cheeks of his
butt very clearly againt his cotton boxers.
He pulled out what appeared to be a shirt and another pair of
boxers in a wad of cloth. Jared put the shirt on first. Briefly, with his
arms above his head, I could tell that his dick was mostly hard underneath
his boxers. After putting on the shirt, the adorable little 13 year-old
pushed his boxers to his thighs. His penis now made itself evident in the
form of a tent in his t-shirt. He stepped out of the underwear and bent
over forward to collect the other pair. As he stood up, his shirt fell
above his erection, displaying it for me to see. Strangely, he did not
react to the fact that I was now intently staring at his half naked body. I
had completely forgotten about changing my own clothes, and he must have
known that I was watching him.
The clean pair of underwear that he had selected was a pair of silk
blue boxers. He stepped in them, one leg at a time, and pulled them up. At
this point, seeing the boy of my dreams change into silk boxers right
before me was enough to give me another humongous hardon. He stood there
for a moment, now dressed for bed, his penis at full attention. Suddenly,
he spoke my name, and our eyes met. This was the first sound to come from
him that evening.
"I was awake for what you did last night." He spoke.
Startled, I suddenly worked into a sweat. I worried about what he
might say next. His silence must have been out of anger. My head began to
feel light as I thought about the consequences of being discovered as a
boy-lover. He saw my anxious expression and spoke in his most mischevious
voice, "I loved it!"
I let out a great sigh of relief. Still to stunned to speak, I
stared at his beautiful face as he spoke again, "I was going to let you
know I was awake, but you stopped when you heard me move and I didn't want
you to stop, so I pretended to be asleep." He moved closer to me. "I was
hoping we could do it again tonight."
Those were the words I was dying to hear. I looked up at him as he
sat down in front of me. In one quick movement he leaned forward and put
his lips on mine. We opened our mouths and ran our tounges together inside
our passionate kiss. We embraced.
After our minute-long wet kiss, our faces separated and I could see
clearly his erection straining at his boxers. I motioned for him to stand
up. I pulled the waistband of his underwear down to his ankles. His fully
erect penis stood out from his body and begged for my attention. Jared
lifted up his shirt to allow me a better look.
The estimate that I made when I was masturbating him the night
before was correct. His little boner was three and one half inches
long. Five or six small wisps of grey-brown hair were right above the base
of his shaft. He was circumsised, and his light purple head capped his
perfect dick. I held it in my fingers for a moment, contemplating the
situation. I knew what I wanted to do. I leaned forward and stuck out my
tongue. I licked the underside of his penis from base to tip. Jared
giggled.
I held the base of his dick in my fingers as I opened my mouth and
moved forward to take his boydick in. I started sucking just on his
sensitive purple head for a moment, but then I moved down and took his
enire penis in my mouth. He moaned in extacy. I moved my lips up and down
across his hardon, moving it in and out of my mouth. He humped my mouth a
little; for several minutes I continued sucking his beautiful little penis.
Jared began to breathe deeply as he approached his orgasm. I could
feel the impending climax in his muscles as they tightened. A slight moan
came out of his lips as I felt his dick twitch inside my mouth. It felt as
though a bolt of lightning had gone through the both of us as he had
another dry orgasm. After he had come down from his climax, he removed his
dick from my mouth and exclaimed, "Wow! That felt so awesome!" as he pulled
up his boxers, hiding once again his softening penis.
He then smiled at me and asked, "Do you want me to do that to you?"
I relplied, "Jared, baby, I would love that."
Receiving permission, he proceded to sit back down on the floor of
the tent. I had to lay down because I was too tall to stand in the tent. I
helped him undo my pants, and slid them along with my underwear to my feet.
"Oh my gosh! Your's is huge!" he said.
I laughed and answered him, "Not really, it's only six and one half
inches long. Most guys my age have dicks at least as big as mine." "Your's
will get this big too someday in a few years."
Listening to me, Jared proceeded to explore my dick and bush of
pubic hair. He ran his finger through my pubes and then played with my
balls. Finally, the time came that he wanted to put my penis in his
mouth. He opened wide and positioned himself over my dick. I told him, "You
don't need to suck on the whole thing. Just do what you can fit in your
mouth."
He followed my advice and slid his lips down over about half of my
rock-hard erection. I was in heaven. My beautiful little boy was willfully
sucking my dick. I knew I wouldn't have long before I came. As he moved up
and down my glistening hardon, I tried to hold off my orgasm as long as I
could. Finally, the moment snuck up and I was rocketed with the most
powerful orgasm of my life. I shot my load in Jared's mouth, and he
instinctivly kept my cock in while I ejaculated. My climax lasted longer
than any other I have ever had, and after what seemed like hours, I came
back down to Earth. Jared removed his face from my flushed penis. He had
swollowed much of the cum I had shot in his mouth, but his grin as he moved
closer to me let me know that he wanted to share the leftovers.
We kissed passionatley again, my tongue licking the remains of my
orgasm off the inside of Jared's mouth. My pants still down, my penis was
slowly softening. I could feel through the silk fabric of his boxer shorts
that Jared was hard once again, but we both needed to get to sleep. By then
it was shortly after midnight, and we had to get up early in the
morning. We went to our respective sleeping bags when we parted lips, and I
fell asleep dreaming about what my love for Jared and what we might do on
future occasions.